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“You’re not even sitting down.”
She turned and peered at me through the crack in the stall. “Loïc, go wait in the lobby with Valor.”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong. Is it because I proposed and ruined your life?”
“You didn’t ruin my life!”
“You didn’t agree to marry me.”
“If things keep going well for a while, and we can figure out how three people can marry each other, I’m all for it.”
Relief flooded through me.
“So, if it’s not that, what’s wrong?”
Her only response was to turn away, lean over the toilet, and vomit violently.
Shit.
I slid my fingers into the crack in the stall and fumbled around until I disengaged the lock. Helplessly, I stood behind her, holding her hair as she threw up so many times, it left her gasping for breath. Not sure what else to do, I fetched some paper towels and ran them under cold water.
A well-dressed elderly woman walked in, stopped dead when she saw me, and looked confused.
“Am I in the wrong restroom?”
“No. Sorry, my fiancée isn’t feeling well, and I’m helping her out.”
“I can’t even get my husband to pick up his socks,” the woman said dryly. “She’ll have to tell me her secret. Is it sex? I bet it’s sex.”
Tarryn laughed as I re-entered the stall and pressed the wet paper towel against the back of her neck. She clung to the paper like it was helping, but then vomited again.
The outer door opened, and I peeked out to find Valor had finally flouted convention and entered.
“And who’s this?” the elderly woman asked. She hadn’t done anything but stand by the sinks watching me tend to Tarryn.
“That’s her husband.”
Her eyes widened so far, the wrinkles around them smoothed out.
I ignored her for the moment. “What’s wrong with her?” I demanded.
“This isn’t the place,” he muttered, glancing over at the woman.
“Don’t mind me,” the woman said, waving as though encouraging us to keep talking. “This is the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in a while.”
“A woman throwing up in a restroom?”
“Wait until you’re old and then you’ll understand. Just let me know if I can be useful.”
“I think we’ve got it handled.”
“Would you mind if I take some video for a TikTok?” she asked.
“Ma’am, I’m pretty sure my wife’s lawyers would sue you.”
“Damn.”
“Valor. Answer me. Is it food poisoning? The flu?” I asked again, snapping my fingers impatiently. “Does she need a doctor?”
